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⏱️ 2:27 duration
🆔 ID: 25139381
📜 Lyrics
Noise
The bang-bang boogie
Scratches on a disc labeled "Now"
Groove towards center
Mouths move making note of a motherfucker one wishes one would
A soup of words organized by principles if that's what the fuck it sound like
Crashed cab causes psychotic break
A psychiatrist fucked the revolution
Fire dances on burnt remains of children
A wolf, for some reason
Say grace, a cold lake full of secrеts
She stands opposed, he raisе his eyebrow
They exist in context
They dance around the idea of the bang, the bang
The block, the lock, the pop, the trunk
The time, it sounds like
Six in the mornin', something at the door
Padded footsteps move across the floor
Hail Mary full of that ride or die
It's all her fault, and she don't know why
Some-some-some-some butterfly
Cause Wreckx-n-Effects gone awry
Pamplemousse juice when the song is dry
Chip food jiu-jitsu, pursue the sky
Went on a run with a gun beside
Had Roxanne and she hummed a lie
The oil was the funds for the whole supply
Got two options: do she run or fly?
She must've chose right, they all take flight
The world blows up just like it's dynamite
The blast made the valley, but midcity Sally
Didn't dilly or dally, she ran through the alley
Found the pimp juice, tripped and let loose
Missed the neck noose, flipped the net boosted
Internet choose the win, select move
To intercept use the intellect too
And maybe that's a good place to begin:
Somewhere in the dark without no friends
Fears that lie in the minds of men
Start in the middle, try to find the end
Legends are made of stories and codes
Rock them colors as pledges and odes
Stack them bodies to raise the folklore
Gang gang, baby, go stack some more, God-
The bang-bang boogie
Scratches on a disc labeled "Now"
Groove towards center
Mouths move making note of a motherfucker one wishes one would
A soup of words organized by principles if that's what the fuck it sound like
Crashed cab causes psychotic break
A psychiatrist fucked the revolution
Fire dances on burnt remains of children
A wolf, for some reason
Say grace, a cold lake full of secrеts
She stands opposed, he raisе his eyebrow
They exist in context
They dance around the idea of the bang, the bang
The block, the lock, the pop, the trunk
The time, it sounds like
Six in the mornin', something at the door
Padded footsteps move across the floor
Hail Mary full of that ride or die
It's all her fault, and she don't know why
Some-some-some-some butterfly
Cause Wreckx-n-Effects gone awry
Pamplemousse juice when the song is dry
Chip food jiu-jitsu, pursue the sky
Went on a run with a gun beside
Had Roxanne and she hummed a lie
The oil was the funds for the whole supply
Got two options: do she run or fly?
She must've chose right, they all take flight
The world blows up just like it's dynamite
The blast made the valley, but midcity Sally
Didn't dilly or dally, she ran through the alley
Found the pimp juice, tripped and let loose
Missed the neck noose, flipped the net boosted
Internet choose the win, select move
To intercept use the intellect too
And maybe that's a good place to begin:
Somewhere in the dark without no friends
Fears that lie in the minds of men
Start in the middle, try to find the end
Legends are made of stories and codes
Rock them colors as pledges and odes
Stack them bodies to raise the folklore
Gang gang, baby, go stack some more, God-
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:30.17] Noise
[00:31.41] The bang-bang boogie
[00:32.54] Scratches on a disc labeled "Now"
[00:34.01] Groove towards center
[00:35.30] Mouths move making note of a motherfucker one wishes one would
[00:37.74] A soup of words organized by principles if that's what the fuck it sound like
[00:40.98] Crashed cab causes psychotic break
[00:42.93] A psychiatrist fucked the revolution
[00:44.62] Fire dances on burnt remains of children
[00:46.73] A wolf, for some reason
[00:48.13] Say grace, a cold lake full of secrеts
[00:50.58] She stands opposed, he raisе his eyebrow
[00:52.98] They exist in context
[00:54.33] They dance around the idea of the bang, the bang
[00:56.97] The block, the lock, the pop, the trunk
[01:00.97] The time, it sounds like
[01:03.34] Six in the mornin', something at the door
[01:07.04] Padded footsteps move across the floor
[01:10.69] Hail Mary full of that ride or die
[01:14.33] It's all her fault, and she don't know why
[01:18.09] Some-some-some-some butterfly
[01:21.05] Cause Wreckx-n-Effects gone awry
[01:24.57] Pamplemousse juice when the song is dry
[01:27.76] Chip food jiu-jitsu, pursue the sky
[01:31.01] Went on a run with a gun beside
[01:33.92] Had Roxanne and she hummed a lie
[01:37.09] The oil was the funds for the whole supply
[01:39.00] Got two options: do she run or fly?
[01:42.89] She must've chose right, they all take flight
[01:45.73] The world blows up just like it's dynamite
[01:48.49] The blast made the valley, but midcity Sally
[01:51.12] Didn't dilly or dally, she ran through the alley
[01:53.73] Found the pimp juice, tripped and let loose
[01:56.52] Missed the neck noose, flipped the net boosted
[01:59.33] Internet choose the win, select move
[02:01.72] To intercept use the intellect too
[02:04.28] And maybe that's a good place to begin:
[02:07.04] Somewhere in the dark without no friends
[02:09.68] Fears that lie in the minds of men
[02:12.33] Start in the middle, try to find the end
[02:15.09] Legends are made of stories and codes
[02:17.56] Rock them colors as pledges and odes
[02:20.24] Stack them bodies to raise the folklore
[02:22.80] Gang gang, baby, go stack some more, God-
[02:25.83]
[00:31.41] The bang-bang boogie
[00:32.54] Scratches on a disc labeled "Now"
[00:34.01] Groove towards center
[00:35.30] Mouths move making note of a motherfucker one wishes one would
[00:37.74] A soup of words organized by principles if that's what the fuck it sound like
[00:40.98] Crashed cab causes psychotic break
[00:42.93] A psychiatrist fucked the revolution
[00:44.62] Fire dances on burnt remains of children
[00:46.73] A wolf, for some reason
[00:48.13] Say grace, a cold lake full of secrеts
[00:50.58] She stands opposed, he raisе his eyebrow
[00:52.98] They exist in context
[00:54.33] They dance around the idea of the bang, the bang
[00:56.97] The block, the lock, the pop, the trunk
[01:00.97] The time, it sounds like
[01:03.34] Six in the mornin', something at the door
[01:07.04] Padded footsteps move across the floor
[01:10.69] Hail Mary full of that ride or die
[01:14.33] It's all her fault, and she don't know why
[01:18.09] Some-some-some-some butterfly
[01:21.05] Cause Wreckx-n-Effects gone awry
[01:24.57] Pamplemousse juice when the song is dry
[01:27.76] Chip food jiu-jitsu, pursue the sky
[01:31.01] Went on a run with a gun beside
[01:33.92] Had Roxanne and she hummed a lie
[01:37.09] The oil was the funds for the whole supply
[01:39.00] Got two options: do she run or fly?
[01:42.89] She must've chose right, they all take flight
[01:45.73] The world blows up just like it's dynamite
[01:48.49] The blast made the valley, but midcity Sally
[01:51.12] Didn't dilly or dally, she ran through the alley
[01:53.73] Found the pimp juice, tripped and let loose
[01:56.52] Missed the neck noose, flipped the net boosted
[01:59.33] Internet choose the win, select move
[02:01.72] To intercept use the intellect too
[02:04.28] And maybe that's a good place to begin:
[02:07.04] Somewhere in the dark without no friends
[02:09.68] Fears that lie in the minds of men
[02:12.33] Start in the middle, try to find the end
[02:15.09] Legends are made of stories and codes
[02:17.56] Rock them colors as pledges and odes
[02:20.24] Stack them bodies to raise the folklore
[02:22.80] Gang gang, baby, go stack some more, God-
[02:25.83]